To Him

I write to you a young a man destined to bypass statistics of being a Black male in jail who fears no one but sheds tears for his baby girl and uncorrupted soul

I wonder if some of our young brothers could have the passion as you would the nation be different?

I write to someone who was dealt a fucked up hand of cards but never folded in the game.

I get courage from you I grow strong from your strength and now I believe that the sun rises again the 'morn

I write to your soul because it's heavy burdend with others worries loaded with stress but throught all you're still blessed

These words are written to your mind because you gave me to power to write again
Lost and confused I brought myself to you listened to your thoughts on life and religion and from then on I knew I couldn't give up this gift.

so here I sit picking up the gold pen again..

Thank You